The damned and the foolish..
The Damned and the Foolish.. The ways and means committee at the local Tavern sat together in a oasis of gin and whiskey. Talk of torrid and tarnished love leave us in the… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Poet
Memorial Day poetry. Freedom isn’t free.
Raise your glass high and thank the Soldiers for standing tall.I drink a Miller Lite on 24 August for my good friend missed. Raise your glass to remember SSG. Donald N. Davis and all… Continue reading
Memorial day poetry.. My home is Northern Michigan..
My home is Northern Michigan….. I sat by the Cherry trees of Michigan in Northern Michigan and I remembered a good friend. He was not young, he served in the Army. 25 years,… Continue reading
Memorial Day poetry. Soldier on.
Memorial Day poetry- Soldier on A Poem by Coyote Poetry Memorial Day. May 30. Soldier on…. “Penny – signifies that someone (veteran or civilian) has visited the grave Nickel – signifies that the coin-leaver… Continue reading
Memorial Day poetry. The soldier table..
I left a boy, I came back a season man.I learned the drills of the soldier,befriended many good men and women. Soldiers drink, soldiers dance and they celebrate each new day. I followed… Continue reading
Memorial Day poetry. Old soldier..
Old Soldier A Story by Coyote Poetry Only Soldiers understand what another soldier had saw and felt. Strangers to war and violence cannot understand. When you are near death for too long. You appreciate… Continue reading
Please tell me a story..
Please tell me a story… Lovely lady watching the sun rising from the east. Her wandering mind is dancing upon yesterdays deeds and today possibilities. I asked her. Pretty woman, please wrap your… Continue reading
Steal a memory, borrow a memory..
Steal a memory, borrow a memory… The dilemma of a long life. The restless heart learn to adore old memories. The fortune of youth become eloquence words on a sheet of paper. We… Continue reading
I tried to remember..
I tried to remember..A Poem by Coyote Poetry (Old poetry with a re-write. Written in 1992/rewritten in 2014) I tried to remember.. I tried to remember the curves of your body. Us blindfolded … Continue reading
Love and war. We shall know..
Five short poems. A Poem by Coyote Poetry What is right and what is wrong. Easy to separate. 1- War..The war is over.The guns locked away.The soldiers are resting.Youth and eyes burned out… Continue reading